Sense with Ramya

My people might play I support my Nation. But We're ... We bear the women's eyes That sees us with Fear But We're We carry the most Annoying question "Are you a Muslim?" Yes ! We are Muslims But we're Indians We do pray in the Temple We do respect the People We do have Hearts That beats for the red carpets. We support only the truth Because All Indians are my brothers and sisters Not every Muslim is a terrorist. Not every Muslim is a rapist. Not every Muslim is a destroyer.

Whenever saw a post , fingers eagerly drop his name... Had midnight gossips, Kidding the roaming days, Sharing one side love, Window shopping, Roadside parties, Updating worst clicks, Badly birthday captions.... Who's my mirror??? With no doubt , he's my "BROTHER"                                                                                         From a single child.

She waited to see her father..,he came . Coffee lover came in coffin enclosed with National Flag ! Gun shot not only towards the clouds...but also in her thoughts. The places filled father's profession : "Business Man" faded... She is unable to solve the logical question popped in her heart  A middle class mom treated her child with all favors and hided the truth... Poor girl couldn't accept the truth... Before her acceptance, An Appointment letter came ... Her modeling diet gave her a hand. With pride tears..., She wore her dad's uniform .

Will a day be too good without her smile..?Without her touch... Without her voice.... Without her remainder... Without her ... She became too close to me...., too close where  My writings are pleased for instagram captions A friend of mine is ready to take photos until the food gets spoiled... I forgot my mom's smile and felt depressed for the likes....